I enjoy reading you columns: their. sense of humor, and satire. Thank you for speaking out about so-called privilege. It's a shame for those of us who counted rent pennies on the kitchen table.
not to forget that the hoeing and weeding are therapeutic and productive ways to channel one's high wattage emotions in service to peaceful family meals (homegrown, home-cooked, of course)
I was raised on a fat tire Schwinn bike . Now the bikes are mountain, hybrid, or electric. When I find a fistful of quarters, dimes, and nickels in my jeans, l feel rich. My 12 year old brain, calculates how many Heath Bars I can buy. A buck was a big tip from my Uncle Bill and Aunt Wanda. My small town bookstore, Browsers Books has survived since 1927. From flu to covid, masked readers continue to past time with a good story. Keep them comin Gary.
I’d love to be a fly on the wall listening to a conversation between you & Bob Dylan. Yes, that has nothing to do with today’s column but , just sayin.
I’m laughing and nodding along as I read your comments . My husband doesn’t need to read it because I’m reading to him between laughter. And yes happiness should be enjoyed at every opportunity . Thank you
I identify with your interpretation of Privilege and I concur. Success in life has eluded me to my personal satisfaction but is viewed by others as a life well lived
As Mr Jagger sang, "you cant ALWAYS get what you want"
But if you try sometimes...... you get what you need".
A delight to read. I can come alongside and wander with you.
I enjoy reading you columns: their. sense of humor, and satire. Thank you for speaking out about so-called privilege. It's a shame for those of us who counted rent pennies on the kitchen table.
Meant "it's a shame..."
Meant "it's a sham" (try, try again)
I’m about to go weed the kale. I will feel virtuous and Minnesotan.
I’m about to go and weed the kale. I will feel virtuous and Minnesotan .
And good morning to you!
I miss dirty limericks.
not to forget that the hoeing and weeding are therapeutic and productive ways to channel one's high wattage emotions in service to peaceful family meals (homegrown, home-cooked, of course)
I was raised on a fat tire Schwinn bike . Now the bikes are mountain, hybrid, or electric. When I find a fistful of quarters, dimes, and nickels in my jeans, l feel rich. My 12 year old brain, calculates how many Heath Bars I can buy. A buck was a big tip from my Uncle Bill and Aunt Wanda. My small town bookstore, Browsers Books has survived since 1927. From flu to covid, masked readers continue to past time with a good story. Keep them comin Gary.
Thank You, Garrison for your good sense, humor, and consistency.
I’d love to be a fly on the wall listening to a conversation between you & Bob Dylan. Yes, that has nothing to do with today’s column but , just sayin.
I’m laughing and nodding along as I read your comments . My husband doesn’t need to read it because I’m reading to him between laughter. And yes happiness should be enjoyed at every opportunity . Thank you
I identify with your interpretation of Privilege and I concur. Success in life has eluded me to my personal satisfaction but is viewed by others as a life well lived
As Mr Jagger sang, "you cant ALWAYS get what you want"
But if you try sometimes...... you get what you need".
Thank you. Enough said.
Your columns have become one of the highlights of my week. Brilliant stuff